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“That sounds perfect,” Sebastian confirmed.

Neil didn’t want to move from his place at Sebastian’s feet, but he was also in a hurry to make things official. “Good. We’re dating.” It felt like his chest was filled with fluttering moths. Or maybe dragonflies. “And you don’t have to worry about the lodge anymore. Please, don’t worry. It’s… being part of this, even temporarily while you figure things out, means a lot to me. I can draw up another contract. Maybe for a year? I wouldn’t recommend anything under nine months. I can call the bank about the loan, and I already have a document prepared that you can send to Henri, if I can just hook up my laptop to...”

Jamie settled into Sebastian’s lap and pressed a finger to Neil’s lips. “No more talking, Cricket. Daddy’s going to take us to bed.”

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Jamie

Jamie shivered in anticipation as Neil joined him on the bed. Daddy was standing over them, just watching, but he had that Dom look that Jamie knew so well. Whatever happened next was going to be explosive.

Jamie and Neil had each taken a little break to prepare, Neil shyly disappearing into the adjacent guest room he’d used last time to use the bathroom there.

Jamie had no such qualms or modesty, handing Neil a box of supplies to get himself ready and whispering all sorts of dirty things about how Daddy might let Jamie fuck his other boy if they were very good.

A few minutes later, they were all back in the room together, passions undiminished. Neil was a little tentative, but his eyes kept sweeping hungrily over Jamie and Daddy.

Daddy had instructed Neil to climb into bed, and now that he was there, or maybe now that he had orders to obey, he looked more at ease.

Jamie ached to touch him, to assure himself that he was real. It seemed like after the wretched few days they’d had, Neil had brought back the sun.

Fortunately, Daddy didn’t make Jamie wait much longer.

Daddy crossed his arms, looking delicious and commanding. “I want to see my boys kiss.”

They rolled together, hands and mouths hungry for touch. Neil was a passionate kisser, exploring and biting, then making the sweetest grunts and moans when Jamie returned the favor.

Jamie couldn’t get enough of him. He knew it was too soon. Far, far too soon. But he felt like Neil was someone he could fall in love with.

With Neil, there was all of the intensity that he felt with Daddy, but this underlying sweetness that made him want to cuddle and protect.

Jamie gave a shove and flipped Neil onto his back so he could sit astride him. It was a rush when Neil went so easily, looking up at Jamie like he’d hung the stars and the moon.

Jamie would never want to be a Dom, but watching the way that Neil just complied was addictive.

“Take off each other’s clothes,” Daddy commanded. “Give me a show.”

Jamie could hear that Daddy was moving around the room, gathering whatever he needed for the upcoming scene, but he’d still be watching.

At the moment, Jamie had eyes only for Neil. He ran his hands under Neil’s shirt, pulling it upward to expose his soft belly and pebbled nipples. Jamie ran his hands back down through Neil’s dark, crinkly chest hair shot through with silver, then grasped a bit of it and tugged.

Neil arched off the bed, groaning in pleasure. When he could breathe again, he told Jamie, “For someone who claims to be a sub, you certainly like hurting me.”

Jamie laughed. “I’m just feisty. And I like watching you.”

Neil raised one gentle hand to Jamie’s cheek, tracing gently along his jaw and down his neck. “I like watching you, too. I still can’t believe I actually get to touch you.”

Fuck. Jamie still couldn’t believe that Neil thought of him that way, like something precious. He didn’t want to get all weepy though, so he covered it up with a chuckle. “Well, touch me already then.”

Neil pulled Jamie’s shirt over his head, eyes drinking up his form. Jamie unfortunately had to roll off him to shimmy out of his shorts and panties, though Neil was eager to help. Then Neil kicked off the rest of his own clothes and they were finally naked together.

Jamie could feel Daddy’s weight jostling the bed, and then he was gripping them both by the backs of their necks, pulling them up to face him. Jamie felt his mind go hazy. He hadn’t had Daddy’s attention—or rough hands—on him since the morning of the storm, and now he was soaking it in.

Daddy looked at Neil. “This is up to you, baby boy. We can keep this vanilla, or we can do a scene. No matter what you choose, I’m going to fuck you this morning, and Jamie might too, if he’s very lucky. For anything else, you have to ask for it.”

Neil looked like his mind was just as hazy as Jamie’s, his eyes large and pleading. “Please, Sir. I mean… if you want me to ask, I’m asking. Whatever you want.”

“Do you want me to tell you my plans?” Daddy’s deep voice seemed to fill the room.